Is an Hallelujah any less
If we’re murmuring or mumbling?
Is an Amen any less
If the words come stumbling?
Though it’s hard to say, My Lord,
Though the praise is barely heard,
Though it’s whispered in the dark,
Though the worshipper is crumbling…
We sacrifice these words again.
In true humanity we speak,
With our voices strong and weak;
Needing no pretence or fear,
As we praise the God who’s near.
It’s a cry, a gasp, a small hurray,
Expressing much we cannot say,
We say them once again,
More than words in the air,
Whether life feels wrong or fair.
With smiles, or frowns, or stares,
To the God who hears and cares.
We say it again,